The moon and stars are scarce, the mountain wind is slow, Mo is like an arrow all the way, the mountain road for more than 100 miles does not stop, and finally arrived at the Erhai Lake after dawn, looking at the nineteen peaks of Cangshan Mountain with a touch of gold, and suddenly the heat surges into my heart.

I've been away from home for four years, and I often dream of the scenery of my hometown, but now I really come to me but it seems so strange. Mo Yan walked along the path by the stream towards Mojiayi, hoping to meet an acquaintance but afraid of running into him, he wanted to be the first to tell his father and mother that it was their remnants who had returned. Looking at the familiar village in the distance, my nose seemed to smell the smell of rice when my mother was making bait, and my eyes couldn't help but moisten.

Mo Yan is already sixteen years old, and he was originally silent and introverted, and after several years of experience in the rivers and lakes, his surname is slowly changing, especially the contact with Jin Danzi of Xiaba Mountain, which has a particularly important impact on him.

In the early morning, the hundred-year-old "white fan" big green tree at the entrance of the village still stands there like an umbrella cover, and under the tree sits an old woman with white hair, holding a stick in her hand and looking at the intersection motionless, like a clay sculpture.

Mo Yan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the mother-in-law looked so familiar that she could vaguely recognize her as her mother when she got closer.

The mother was already old and haggard, her eyes were covered with a layer of white, and she heard the footsteps and looked at Mo Yan who was walking stupidly.

Tears couldn't stop coming out of her eyes, and "Mother" Mo Yan called softly.

"Who are you?" asked Su Niang suspiciously.

"Mother, I'm Mo Remnant," Mo Remnant suddenly rushed over and hugged her thin shoulder and cried, "It's your remnant who is back." ”

Su Niang stretched out her dry hand and stroked Mo Yan's face, and muttered in her mouth, "Is it really my mother's remnant who is back?"

Mo Yan whimpered and nodded vigorously.

The mother finally recognized her son, and the depression that had been accumulated in her heart for many years burst out like a torrent, and she immediately wailed and cried.

The villagers came up in twos and threes, and said in surprise: "It's really Mo Yan who is back, your mother will sit here and wait for you until the sun sets at dawn, and I have been looking forward to you for four years, and my eyes are crying and my hair is all white." ”

"Mother, let's go home. Mo Yan burst into tears, picked up his mother and ran home.

The original old house of three squares and one wall is dilapidated, and the vegetable garden has long been barren and overgrown. Mok Wenli was bedridden, emaciated to the point that only a handful of bones remained.

Hearing his son come back, his lips moved, and he muttered, "Why have you been on this trip for so long?"

Mo Yan finally knew that since he left Dali City on that rainy night four years ago, his father and mother were looking for his son's whereabouts everywhere, and even the clansmen of Mojiayi were also helping to find out, even as far as Heqing Chuxiong and Zhongdian, but there was still no news. It wasn't until one day that a man with a mute girl came to the house, and he knew that Mo Yan had traveled out of Yunnan to Badong, western Hubei Province.

Mo Wenli and his wife prayed at home for their son's early return, but a year has passed and there is still no news. And Su Niang is guarding under the big green tree at the entrance of the village, hoping to see her son's figure, a few years have passed, Su Niang's hair is also white, tears are drying slowly and her eyes are no longer visible, the family is gradually embarrassed, only relying on the help of the clansmen barely survived.

Mo Yan felt sad in his heart, and after crying with his mother, he untied his burden and took out the turtle armor, the hundred insect warehouse and the return pupil for each of them, and then told them that they would never have to worry about the source of living in the future, and the silver he earned was enough to support his father and mother.

In order to reward them for their help and care for their father and mother in the past four years, each household gave them two hundred taels of silver tickets, and those people were naturally grateful and thanked them a thousand times.

"Dad," Mo Yan asked, "do you know what beasts my great-ancestor hunted on the Cangshan Mountain back then, which is said to have caused blindness for three generations. ”

Mo Wenli was silent for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Remnant, what are you asking for?"

"It's important for the crippled, Dad, tell me if you know. ”

Mo Wenli sighed: "Four years ago, there was a Fang Langzhong at home, he said that he had met you in Xuzhou, so he found Mo Jiayi, and he also asked about Cangshan, but the ancestors explained that they were not allowed to disclose it to the outside world except for their descendants, so my father didn't tell him." ”

"Dad, what the hell is going on?"

"My father was still young, and my father told me when he was dying. Remnant, your great-grandfather did shoot a strange bird on Cangshan back then, but it was a young bird with gray fluff on its body" Mo Wenli told Mo Wen what happened decades ago as it was.

Mo Yan didn't say anything for a long time, and finally he asked his father, "Is it on the Jade Bureau Peak?"

"yes, how do you know?" said Mok in surprise.

The next time, Mo Remnant entrusted the clansmen to Dali City to buy a house, and soon there was a reply, near the south gate of the Dali Mansion there is a mansion to sell, the price of 3,000 taels is a little expensive, but it is a rich residential area, the environment is much cleaner. Mo Yan followed him into the city, and saw that the house had seven or eight rooms and a courtyard garden, and he liked it very much, so he paid three thousand taels of silver tickets and bought it immediately.

The turtle beetle and the hundred insect cangs are the real medicine that nourishes the liver and kidneys, and the vitality increases and the body naturally improves significantly, coupled with the effect of returning the pupils to the eyes, the white puffs on Su Niang's eyes gradually fade, and it seems that it will not take long to heal. Mo Wenli's blind eye has little effect, although the bones of the body have recovered as before, but still can't see anything, it is beyond the power of medicine.

Mo Yan took the time to go up the mountain and came to the school, where several monks' rooms were still standing alone beside the pine forest, and the lively scene of the schoolchildren reading aloud and chasing and playing was no longer there. Mr. Mu's room was empty and dusty, and he had not been heard from since his disappearance. In the pine forest, the open space where the white-faced scholar is buried has long been overgrown with wild grass, which looks desolate and lonely, and the grievances and grievances on the rivers and lakes have long been lost in the erosion of the years.

The morning bell and dusk drum are still in the Gantong Temple, and the monks repeat the morning and evening homework of sitting meditation and chanting as usual, but a few old monks are said to have passed away. Mo Yan remembered the words on the stone wall: "Monks and nuns, I have seen people who have achieved positive results in cultivation." Sitting quietly for decades, silently reciting ten thousand scriptures, stubbornly sitting, saying that burning a dry pot, and not realizing until death, it is really sad and lamentable. ”

Yes, if it weren't for the rainy night that he left Dali City and wandered on the rivers and lakes for all these years, how could he have come to this understanding. He is grateful to Xia Bashan and Miao Fenglin, and misses Jin Danzi even more, now that he has grown up Chengren, he is determined that he cannot spend this life mediocre, and must walk out of a different path.

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